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haven’t written much here in awhile. I blame it all on bad timing. when I don’t have much time to myself and I don’t spend that much time with myself, I start to lose myself. after a short while I really start to feel the effects of it, that I’m practically slipping away, being pulled…… Continue reading midnight madness sale

Saturday a full day cleaning up the apartment and setting up the wireless network ideas for the new magazine are starting to pull together Matthew has agreed to distribute it for me if it gets to be too much I’ll seek out additional people to lighten the burden on him that is if it goes…… Continue reading small accounts

summer radiates a vacation feel, a sense of excitement. the Millennium boxset has come in. the air conditioner has been out for at least three weeks. I blame my madness on that. madness as in writer’s block or writer’s silence. instead of writing I think about writing I guess my heart is in the right…… Continue reading Untitled

hot out there cool in here headache messed up messed up on a headache in the suburbs with my socks over there balled up by my feet bare over there placed with care awwww yeah Houston, are ya in the house? awwww yeah internet internet internet arrive with a passport wi-fi with the broadband caramel…… Continue reading houston day 3

relaxing on vacation in Houston, TX this morning we were almost sideswiped on the road in a major way we were jolted to say the least lunched and shopped around came back and rested with stomach aches and Millennium on the boxset Seaguy 3 laptop postings in a chair overhead fan twirls 5 remote controls…… Continue reading houston day 2

I like what Stephen King says about writing and telepathy. The writer puts it to the page, you get it, perhaps years later, it sinks in. If that’s what he’s saying. I think I have it right. So King and I are sharing telepathy? I’m receiving it… That’s the beauty of publishing, whatever its form.…… Continue reading telepathic

My philosophy class is going up and down. As a friend predicted, I’ve started to lose patience with the kids in the class, most of which act like they’ve been hit upside the head with something very, very hard. Nevertheless, I now present to you my most recent essay on death, a critical review of…… Continue reading Death and the Skeleton

wrapped up in things to do split up into nothing all the things you want to do society’s needs are controversial some parents need to be cast aside my past is behind me when my mother says she ran into so n’ so from the old hood I’m thinking what the hell does that have…… Continue reading get up and pace the room

dream: got into a brawl with a young man at a basement show. hand gashed severely as if chopped by a short axe, a deep wedge of skin bloody to be flipped up like a car hood. I crawled out the basement window looking for a taxi walking from block to block, blood drying, empty…… Continue reading dream…

philosophy papers compound me trap me in a time frame and excommunicate me from x-journaling in five minutes I mark down a cold juice bottle between my two feet extended above the wooden floors air conditioner engining a fan behind me moves like a lighthouse Dostoevsky plods on beyond the grave I am to be…… Continue reading giving time